Stuck in wet pavement
Spend it, don't save it
Millenial sensations
Know when to fake it
What's so entertaining
When nothing's ever changing
Oh, how they feel the same
Oh, well it's such a shame
When will it come my way
The glass of hope is spilling
Executive decisions
Pay for my kin
And buy out my sins
Itching and beaming
Crawling and leaning
Waking up screaming
This death got no ceiling
Oh, how they feel the same
Oh, well it's such a shame
When will it come my way
Oh
Oh
Spent to get ahead to fall behind
